Okay, so I keep getting this skeptical look on everybody’s face when I say “We’re so alike!” Nobody wants to believe me. How could some obscure Europeans (Serbs) that our very own CIA labeled fascist be like African Americans? That makes no sense. It’s been hard for me to summarize since I’ve observed so many little things and big things and all the things in between. But after several years of careful observation since I found out who I really was and could hang with my own peeps, I’ve narrowed it down to just a few key elements, all of which relate directly to our common histories/experience of the world.
I’m reading Rebecca West’s “Black Lamb and Grey Falcon.” She’s considered the leading female intellectual of the first half of the twentieth century writing in the English language. This was considered her magnum opus. It’s supposedly a travel log, but it’s really West on the Balkans through the ages. She loved us. The book’s 1200 pages, but I’ll be sorry when it’s done.
Vinaver, Serb poet, is our tour guide. Brilliant, witty, incessantly chatty, a renowned seducer. We shall be entertained. The first memorable phrase he uses in referring to the Serb “lord and peasant.” That’s not referring to two separate classes, but to the two aspects of the Serbian everyman’s identity.